Here comes the rain again...

Literally and figuratively. It was rainy this morning and looks like it will be for some of this week. I'll survive, I don't have to walk to a bloody bus. I've mentioned before that I like rain. I do, but I like big rain, not that piddly shit you get during the day that just wets everything and makes it humid and sticky outside in the heat. Blech. Deluge, that's my kind of rain. Big black clouds drowning the earth. Meow. It damn well makes me purr.

My cats are coming. My bestest friend will be moving here in September, so I'll have to leave The Dungeon and go find a two bedroom place. I am excited but dread yet another move. Sigh, there's no end to moving... and what's worse is I have to get a two bedroom based on my budget, because there is no guarantee that my friend will find work right away. Sigh, so much for a 6th floor double wide balcony with dishwasher and two baths. I will have to settle for something that meets the basic needs and hope that she finds work quickly and we can 'move it on up'. Luckily, we're both practical and can deal with the basics for a little while. But this bloody city has an obscene desire to only rent in one year leases. Bloody hell, I can see having to make a small time commitment of say 3 months, but if the place turns out to be the shits, you're stuck there for a full year? Blah.

My cats are coming. The Dungeon is not cat equipped. I posed the question to the Dungeon Master last night. "Can I keep my cats here for two months? Pretty please with me on top?" *snicker* He's cute so that would be a fun prospect... But I digress. Buddha told me she can't keep the cats, she gave her notice and is moving in with another friend out there, that doesn't have a cat-conducive space. So she told me last night she wants to send them next week? Eep. I was expecting her in November, and the cats a little while before her. *Apply Brakes* Fuck, things are progressing quickly, I guess I'll have to pick up the pace.

So, my cats are coming. Whether they can stay with me or not has yet to unfold itself into the spectrum of my reality. The overwhelming sense of, "If he says NO, what the fuck am I going to do with them??!?" hit me like a brick yesterday... They are such sweeties, but if I can't keep them who the hell will? Argh!

This weekend is along weekend. The next weekend is a long weekend 'cuz I took two days off. So over that 10 day period, I'll be here for three days. Send cats next week? Oh fuck, maybe I can live in a cardboard box out behind the office... but wait, it's suppose to rain. Argh!

Sigh.